I allowed my footsteps to echo around the deserted square. Sounding loud in my own ears, like the booming heartbeat of a condemned prisoner. The quiet town was a maze of narrow winding streets, as complex as the heart. The streets were like the veins, paved with dark red stones, and the people were the blood. But this town seemed still and dead with no one to around. I turned down my normal route home. The alleyway I snuck through was as straight as a drinking straw and almost as narrow. Mom use to tell me that it wasn't a place someone should go walking after a big meal. I could hear …show more content…
The leaves that were at my feet had no intention of carpeting the ground, but they do. I'm sure if given the choice they would still be green and supple. But in their many colors they were a wonder. A unique mosaic painted around the borders of the cobblestone floor. The buildings were tight and loomed over me, like a forest of stone. When I looked up, the roofs seemed so close together. I could only make out a sliver of the dark blue sky that was fading into morning. Splattered with stars in a tiny stream of light. The alleyway twisted and turned back on itself. When I look in front and behind me, I could see nothing but cold hard